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"You're having a boy." Luna's face fell. "A BOY?!" "A boy!" I was crying. Happy tears. Relief tears. "A healthy baby boy." "But Luna wanted SISTER!" "I know, baby girl. But you're getting a brother. Another brother." "TWO brothers?! That's TOO MANY brothers!" The technician tried not to laugh. "Brothers can be fun. They'll play with you." "Thomas don't play! Thomas just drool and break Luna's toys!" "He's one year old. He'll get better."

“Where have you been all night, Alessia?” Marco stepped out from the hallway that connected to the kitchen. My second oldest brother, twenty-nine years old, quiet and aggressive as always. He stood there in a dark blue shirt and pants, arms crossed, eyes sharp even in the dim morning light. He had always been the observant one. The brother who noticed when things were off.

The kind that carried all the things you didn't say because there were too many of them, and they were too big for a conversation around the dinner table. He felt solid and familiar, exactly my brother, and I'd missed him in that particular way you missed someone who was in your life, just never close enough. He held on. I held on a little longer. When I finally let go, my eyes were doing something I hadn't entirely planned for, and he looked at me with that particular expression of an older brother who wasn't going to say anything about what his own face was doing, either. "Okay," I said. "Okay," he said.

She flinched slightly as she spoke. Jake’s face fell, but he nodded and came to sit next to me. I immediately snatched the little man out of his hands and laughed as he gasped and snatched it back, smiling and rolling his eyes at me. He was a cute kid, with blond hair and grey eyes with brown flecks in them. He was my big brother, and as big brothers went, he was the best. He always looked after me at home and at school, made sure no one picked on me. The only one allowed to pick on me, as far as he was concerned, was him, and to a lesser extent his best friend Liam, who happened to live next door.

You must know that my brother and Uncle Len never let him eat ice cream, saying that ice cream is not good for health, but it is very healthy. "I won't lie to you." "Hey don't call me young master or master. You can just call me Little Clause, aren't we friends?" "Yes! Then Little Clause can also call me Big Christo." "Why Big Kito and not Little Christo?" "Since I'm half a month older than you, I'm your big brother!"

He looked down at my hand, rubbing his thumb over my fingers. “You said you have an older brother,” I said, wanting to change the subject. Death wasn’t a great first date topic. “Any other siblings?” “A younger brother, too,” he said, a smile replacing the sadness in his eyes. “Liam is the oldest, I’m the middle, and Freddy is the youngest.” I tried to imagine two more men that looked like Henry. If they were as attractive as he was, they could all go into Hollywood and make millions. The idea of three blue-eyed handsome men was rather breathtaking.

Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

I asked and Cole looked at me as if I asked the dumbest question. "No." He said blankly. "Please," I begged and he clenched his jaw before he made a right turn. I smiled happily before turning the radio on. "You're like the best brother, I guess," I said awkwardly not knowing what to call him. "I'm not your brother." He said pointedly and I looked at him with a look of disbelief on my face. Fine, he's not my brother. "Dick," I said before singing along to the songs playing on the radio.

However, he only allowed himself a few minutes of the luxury of grief before pulling himself together, straightening his back “Where is fifth brother?” “How do you…” Leal’s eyes widened in shock. “Who else would you answer to? Who else could force you to appear?” Wilkin shrugged “considering you just confirmed that big brother isn’t here.” “I am the youngest but not the stupidest.” Wilkin grinned as he pushed Leal playfully “Take me to fifth brother.”

and said sorry since he had no idea about passing away of my mother. In between all the chaos there was something which shocked me was my little brother Lucas, he came out actually brilliant, smart compared than his age. My lips curved up into smile when my eyes fell on my little brother. Sitting beside me, Lucas was engrossed in his world, sketching something on a piece of paper.